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Conspicuous virtue would be the phrase, I think. We were in the pub last night, and nevertheless: the regular three were in place in the student union at seven o'clock this morning, laptops up and words aflow. One of us has very nearly finished a novel; one of us knocked off a thousand words in almost nothing flat; one of us ground out a mere 750 words in two and a half hours, but hey. I did also have to keep an eye on the Ashes. And we are at a Great Revelatory Moment in the Kipling story, and I really didn't have a clue, so I mostly just had to sit there and work it out. (At home I'd have gone for a walk, and probably ended up shopping for lunch; virtue is a consequence of peer pressure. Discuss.)

And now it's ten-fifteen and we're all here in the classroom, but our lecturer is not. What was I saying about conspicuous virtue? Someone should have brought an apple, just to make him feel even worse...